Youth and hope by Don Randolf A. Sanchez, Inquirer

November 29, 2016

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It was around 1 p.m. on Nov. 18 when my Filipino teacher came in. He was late for class and wore a gloomy, disgruntled look for he knew an injustice had occurred, and as though he had failed his duty as a teacher not to let it happen.

He sat at his desk and told us about the secret burial of the former dictator Ferdinand Marcos’ remains in the Libingan ng mga Bayani. I was shocked and saddened at the same time. I could not believe how a corrupt government official, a liar and a dictator could possibly be buried in a cemetery for heroes. The silence in the classroom was deafening. No one, not even my teacher, uttered a word afterwards.